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"Who was it that told me in the past that what matters is the present, not the past? Wasn't it you who taught me to let go of the past and look forward to the future? Now it seems that this principle is indeed the truth. The memories of the past really aren't important at all; once something has passed, it has vanished, it no longer exists. What we have in the present is what truly matters. I can't just dwell on a wonderful meal of King Crab and then starve myself for days, relying on memories of King Crab to fill my hunger, can I?"
"I've already left the restaurant, so there's no need to persuade me anymore. I see that he seems to be doing well now. Although he looks a bit older than before, his spirit is still intact. I can feel that he loves his wife; even during their meal, they held hands under the table, just like how he used to love me. Tong Le, I thought I would be very sad, but it seems I’m not. On the contrary, I feel relieved—completely relieved—without any burdens anymore."
"Don't you regret it? If tomorrow you leave this place and never come back, never see Zhou Feng again for the rest of your life, won't you regret it?"
"I've let go."
Tong Le looked at the three simple words on her phone screen. When she raised her head again, Dao Wen was no longer in her original spot. In the gaps between tables, two more tables had been filled with guests. The restaurant was lively and bustling, masking the sound of some hearts breaking.
She had chosen this place wisely; the liveliness could hide people's sorrows.
Tong Le poured herself a drink and then poured two glasses for Zhou Feng and his wife. Zhou Feng's wife quickly waved her hand with a smile, indicating that she couldn't drink.
Zhou Feng's smile was full of affection as he said that his wife was pregnant and couldn't drink anymore.
Tong Le downed another glass herself and forced herself to finish the meal. The four of them soon parted ways, with Hou Yi seeing off Zhou Feng and his wife.
Hou Yi returned to Tong Le's side, puzzled. "Why are you sulking over your friend's romantic affairs? Sometimes I really don't understand you."
Tong Le turned around, slightly tipsy but not drunk yet. Her cheeks were flushed, making her look even cuter. She blew a puff of slightly alcoholic breath towards Hou Yi, who wrinkled his nose in distaste but found her playful nature amusing.
With dreamy eyes, Tong Le said, "I'm happy! I'm happy that Zhou Feng is still alive. Although he's no longer a soldier, he's not involved in killing or chaos anymore. He’s simply forgotten his past and is living here peacefully, saved by kind people and falling in love with his savior. They naturally fell in love and got married—what could be better than that? My good friend Dao Wen has finally let go of her burdens and can date Zong Jin steadily; shouldn't I be happy about that?"
Hou Yi watched as Tong Le swayed slightly on her feet. He wanted to help steady her but was stopped by three female bodyguards who stood protectively behind her.
Zong Zeyu had sent three female bodyguards to keep an eye on Tong Le because he was concerned that Hou Yi might take advantage of her. If Hou Yi dared to touch Tong Le even slightly, they would twist his arm until it broke.
Hou Yi knew better than to overstep; although he was a man, these three bodyguards included a Taekwondo expert and a champion in Sanda. One of them carried a gun at her waist—something others might not notice, but he did.
Hou Yi dared not act towards Tong Le; he hadn’t even thought about it. He simply watched her standing tipsily under the streetlight amidst the crowd and felt himself losing control—it was hard to resist when the night air felt so sticky and intoxicating.
He sighed and asked, "Why didn’t you clarify Dao Wen’s identity with Zhou Feng earlier? He’s curious about it too. Besides, I mentioned that his wife isn’t unreasonable; she’s not so petty when it comes to feelings."
Tong Le lowered her head and smiled softly. "Does it matter whether I say it or not? It doesn’t matter anymore."
She lifted her head again. "Alright then, let’s all go our separate ways. We’re heading back home tomorrow; I won’t be coming back to this place again."
As she turned to leave, Hou Yi spoke up, "Are you going to marry Zong Zeyu? I heard you two might be getting married."
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